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03-31-2015, 06:27 PM
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Thranduil
The rest of the world could hear nothing. A slight wisp on the breeze perhaps but nothing more. That did not mean though, that the world was still. A flash of gold and steel, and a flying of wood and dirt. Within him heart pounded out a thundering roll, and breath like hurricane echoed in his ears. Muscles trembling but strong round him again. Horned head, proudly crowned in threats dips, ready again. Cloven hooves picked up in the woods above the grasses and head tilted. Then you see it. A flash of steel gripped in the golden mouth. Sweat poured down his back as he reached a full canter barreling towards a pine not far. Then at the last second head tilts, lifting the blade at and upward angle to the tree. 3, 2, 1….Steel slams into wood, sending bark and chips flying. Hindquarters slam down, dirt flies. The force of the hit turns the gold’s head but uplifted as it was the blade slips out of the groove. Using centrifugal force the gold’s head dives down and in, sending the blade, as he slam on breaks, to a down ward angle. The force of the hit helps the gold spin his body tight and taunt, so that within second the blade strikes the tree again, down towards the roots. Again, bark flies, but with the force it slides out of its cut. Finally the golden breaks is gait, and drops his head fully. At last he can’t go on, and the polearm in his mouth drops, clattering over roots, but still not making a sound. Gasping for air the gold at last comes to a stop. His reason for weariness is plainly written upon the trees. Pine after pine was slashed in a groove, sometimes multiple places. All day he had practiced with his blade, readying it for battles ahead. He also readied himself, building up a stamina and endurance. Those lofty goals now though were a bit less….lofty. Heart pounding in his head the gold wavers. It is several moments before his lifts it again. With a deep breath he lifts his horns and looks out over the forest. That was enough for today, he guessed. Besides, he would need to sharpen his blade quite a bit this night after so many dull hits. Weary limbs moved over and one cloven hoof picked up to step on his polearm. A button was triggered and the blades at either sides. Only once done did the gold raise up his head and send a ringing call out. To his right a sound echos it, and rustling grasses and leaves signal a bouncing creature approached. There comes Haldir, carrying a satchel and shimmer golden cloak. A weary ease settled over the golden at seeing the babe. Not that he would ever show such emotions before another. It seemed, as much as he hated having another tag about with him, it did bring some comfort to see the bounding fawn come. Not that he would ever even admit it. Sometimes the gold didn’t know though, where his emotions went around his bonded. They seemed to slip in and out. (In reality it was the now growth of their bond that cause such light feelings). Snorting a welcome at the fawn, who would soon no longer be called such, he took his satchel and tied it off about him, and stored the polearm within. Then taking the cloak he tossed it over his back and secured it. Ready now to leave this part of the forest and return to the mountains the gold looks for him, but finds the deer alert. Harks pin, but then lift. Haldir usually heard other before the gold. Standing still in the forest, the gold looks about for what, or who had caught his babe’s eye, and ear. If they were stealing more than glances, they would regret that deeply. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia], you can come in as a raven or herself. =] |
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